The Runaway Groom

Chapter 435

Stan became excited. “What is it?”

“Who’s the reason Irene’s dead?” James asked.

Stan suddenly stared at James as if he was stupid. “lan Jefferson, of course!”

“And what if lan Jefferson suddenly escaped-”

“There’s no way he can–I’d never allow him to,” Stan cut James short right then, growling viciously, “I’ll break his legs if he does.”

James did not stop him from finishing, and instead waited until Stan calmed down before explaining, “I know. He isn’t getting away, but we can let him go…”

“Let him go?” Stan exclaimed, unable to catch on to what James was planning just then. “It’s already merciful enough that we’re not cutting him into pieces. Did you suddenly have a brain fart or something?”

James rolled his eyes at Stan. “Could you pipe down and hear me out first instead of interrupting every single time?”

Stan finally did so. “Fine. What were you trying to get at?” he asked.

“Since Mr. Jefferson is still grieving Irene, what do you think would happen if we suddenly told him that the one who killed her has escaped? Don’t you think he’d quickly pull himself together to seek vengeance for the one he lost?”

Stan pondered over the idea James proposed.

seemed to be working at the moment, since even Tommy could not lure Isaac out

to use Isaac’s hatred to

anything, it was worth a

I’ll send Tommy home right now and

James called out, stopping Stan as the latter left.

if we somehow lose lan Jefferson. He’s still out right

Stan replied. “The dart we used would keep

him with a tracker. That way, we’ll know where he is no matter where he

James for a moment before saying, “Good plan.

hidden so that he doesn’t notice,”

I’ll get it done right now,” Stan

exhausted himself from crying and could now only sniffle

care of children either, he had to bring Tommy home and leave the baby in Sheryl

the other hand, James stood outside the operating room, leaning against the

seemed grilling to

“James.”

suddenly spoke from inside, and James did

opened the doors gingerly, but stayed at the

“Mr. Jefferson…?”